Dream decreases on a pressure
Where I am that nobody
That comes out of the crowd.

Inconveniently stern on the window,
Stems of chasm fall filigree on my cheeks
as tears.
Like sensual touches of soul, of depth,
Tasting like paper.

The substance that smarts the forehead with happiness,
Plays in the test-tube to be emptied in the abyss.
I study it with microscopical bright moonlight…
As much as I can.
And I feel forgiveness in me being born.

Precious stones dissipated on wonders
Show me the cold.
The depth of my desire to be as much as I am
Doesn’t exist in the flight of the fly
Killed by somebody else`s book.

I would sincerely smile towards tomorrow
But night isn’t coming yet so I can catch the flight.
So I grin wrongly
To the relative.

Dream decreases on a pressure
Where I am that nobody
That comes out of the crowd.